mother earth.

she walks in beauty along the shoreline
wearing lingerie;  the kind of lingerie that is only worn on full moons and anniversaries.
she is whispering something to me.
her voice is low and raspy, just barely audible
above the sound of the tides.

crashing.

she speaks to me the secrets I’ve been wanting to know
just out of my reach
just out of my touch
just beyond my longing
i can feel her voice on my cheek
my chest
my eyelashes
it passes through me like fine blown sand
she strokes my hair letting me know not
to be afraid.
i wonder.
i wonder if she knows how much i love her, how much i need her in my life.